Stereotypes In The Dumpster

(Klaus was getting a little anxious on his upcoming trip to Mystic Falls University to see Caroline that evening. He was not the type of guy who would normally put his heart on the line. He knew perfectly well if it were any other woman, he wouldn't give her the time of day as it'd be a waste of time. However, he knew Caroline was different. The fire inside of her, her sassiness, the way she spoke her mind...Klaus could go on and on)

We are always told that we, people in America, are completely free, from speech to freedom of choices. A common known fact by all sociologists is that that way of thinking is completely false. The reason for this is the way we act, from the way we do our hair to the way we treat others, is hugely influenced by our society. To be more specific, the urge to fit in is fueled by the leadership, and crowds we consider “cool” in our society.

“I’ll make sure to call you everyday and, get straight A’s.” I say putting a smile on my face.

he Ordeal itself stands separate from the other trials Harry faces, and you can tell right away that it's more serious than his other tests. Earlier in the film, Harry and his friends have the teachers to bail them out. And while no one wants to see Malfoy make that smug little grin, at least they're not in any real danger of being killed.

They were shimmering as though wet with dew. Eve ran her hand across one of them, but to her surprise, the vine was completely dry. The grass near the vines was trampled down from something consistently walking over it. Curious, she pushed past the vines into a small field, void of everything but a stone tower that seemed to vanish into the fog surrounding it. She knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea to climb up it, but she was desperate to find a safe place to hide away in. She found a hole in the stone, put her foot in it, and started to

She overlooked the beach, staring into its marvelous beauty. The sound of the waves filled her ears as she leaned backwards into the sand. She sat with gracefulness, the tips of her feet meeting with the ocean, the grains of the earth rubbing between her fingers. The smell of sea's salt wafted past her nose as she settled into deep thought. There was nothing she could do. This was it, the end of her journey with Rose. Thousands of years coming to halt for the birth of a half human, half gem being; at the sacrifice of the greatest gem she had ever known. She could feel the sting of the tears as they welled near the brim of her icy hues. However, she refused to let them fall. She

One day, as Ceres was caring for a once deserted field, her daughter wished to go around to a majestic stream where she used to sit a make wreathes. “Don’t forget to stay close to the water and make sure you check with the nymphs. That is how I know you are safe,” Ceres said. “Yes mother whatever you wish,” responded Proserpina. Just like any daughter would she did the opposite of what she was told to do. She strayed from the river and the nymphs guarding her and walked into a forest and found a clearing. In the middle of this clearing was a single dark red flower, the most saturated color Proserpina had ever seen. Being the goddess of

A blinding light shone before them, forcing them to cover their eyes lest they be burnt from their skulls. But fear they didn't feel at such an appearance, they felt warmth and love and deep compassion. A voice spoke to them that could only be described as the voice of a loving mother; it told them to hate not for what had been done to them, but to accept their circumstances and to not seek revenge. The voice took form of a shining lady of light, with a loving face, and kind eyes. She shared love and understanding with them in their time of despair, and let them mourn in her warm embrace. After they had cried all that they could she gave them a quest, but not just any quest, one of the utmost importance. To spread love to this war torn world, to teach the hateful people of these lands to love one another again. To complete this quest she gave them a gem, a very large pim gem with gold seams that swirled with magic power; when one held this gem they felt peace not know to any mortal ever before. “Go,” She said with a warm smile, to forget the wrongs committed against them and love all that they met. That was their quest and they would not fail their Lady of

It was deadly silent, and a bit awkward, and after staring at her for a good minute his eyes shifted to the stone hanging in her neck, instantly the, what seemed like frail, man jumped up as if he saw a ghost and rushed toward her. “Young girl, the gem that lays under you nose is more valuable than you can imagine!!”, Bertha was thrown off by the sudden eagerness of the old man, he continued, “Why have you not followed the path to riches this stone promises?”. She spoke up “I do not know what you are talking about, this is just an ordinary necklace I received long ago,” with this, the man grabbed her hand and insisted she went with him. She pulled hand away and refused to go anywhere with someone she just met, “Fine”, he started, “you leave me no choice”, he said with what seemed like perfidiousness, Bertha glanced at him confused, she saw him waving his hands, then out of nowhere a small light built up in between his hands. The next thing she knew her vision went black and she fell to the floor.

I quickly exited the ship and headed towards the main plaza in search of more awing people. My desires were quickly met, people flooded the streets on both sides of me and I re-experienced the same wash of emotions I felt the night before. All of the women that passed by me were decorated in clothes of the most vibrant dyes, shoes with tall heels, and the jewelry was embellished with the largest gems I had ever seen. I entered one of the many shops lining the side of the streets and was amazed by the woman standing just inside of the doorway. Although the other ladies possessed extravagant clothing as well, this woman was incomparable. She was decorated in a dress of the brightest greens, similar to that of a lime. The dress fit tightly around the bodice and gradually loosened upon her waist, reaching to the top of her knees. It lacked a visible design and yet was extravagant when compared to the dresses of the other women I had seen. Upon her neck was a long gold chain that possessed a pendant that could be nothing less than a large oval made up of opal, two small pearls laid on each side of the pendant that reached to the middle of her chest. She also wore earrings made of the same small pearls that appeared on her necklace. A single gold bangle graced her wrist, and her shoes were a vivid shade of yellow I did not know could exist. Her hair reached the small of her back and lacked any evidence it had

When the alchemist explains, “‘It’s like the flight of those two hawks; it can not be understood by reason alone. The Emerald Tablet is a direct passage to the Soul of the World’” he shows how the Emerald Tablet cannot be analyzed conventionally and must instead be understood at a deeper level (128). Although there have been multiple books written about the Emerald Tablet and how it can guide one to turn metals into gold, the analysis within the books only make the message more

Whoever swallows that elixir will never be sick again, and a fragment from that stone turns any metal into gold.” After hearing the alchemist’s explanation, the tribesman laughed, amused with his answer, while the calm alchemist joined along. Finally they let Santiago and the alchemist proceed on their journey, unharmed. Shortly after, Santiago questioned the alchemist’s sanity, bewildered at him telling the truth of his treasures to the tribesman. He told Santiago that he did it to teach him a life lesson, the life lesson being that, “When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others about them, seldom are you believed.”

‘’’An Artifact, a holy remedy, mysterious ruins, and above all, you must goalone; have you gone mad?’ asked the wife, her eyes flooded in tears; ‘I understand that he is like a father to you, nut you are headed straight to death!’ she added, showing remarkable frustration, seeing that her words had no effect.”

As Proserpina walked through the seaside, she found beautiful flowers. They were all different colors arranging from purple to orange. Proserpina wanted to pick some flowers for her mother, but the fairies were not going that way. She decided that she would be fine, and walked towards the flowers.

The senses seemed to be heightened when they were in the Stones apartment compared to their own apartment. By Carver using imagery in this short story, it showed the readers that love can be rekindled with materialistic